True Identity (On Hold)
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It was a day like no other. With clear blue skies, the bright luminescent sun shining down on all the eye can see and not a cloud in sight. With birds chirping in the trees and geese frolicking in the waters. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, although it happened exactly one year ago today. But with a day like that, a day so amazing, so spectacular, so EXTRAORDINARY! Who wouldn't remember it? Now this isn't one of those stupid lovey-dovey stories, where the girl falls in love with the guy and they live happily ever after. This story is about me, and how I found my true identity. But don't be fooled I may look like a normal human to any average person but in reality, I'm the most puissant being in existence!
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